It may be said briefly that sitting thus--in spite of their unnatural attitude,or perhaps rather because of its suggestion of a photographic pose--they made a striking picture,and strongly accented their separate peculiarities.They were both pretty,but the taller girl,apparently the elder,had an ideal refinement and regularity of feature which was not only unlike Phemie,but gratuitously unlike the rest of her family,and as hopelessly and even wantonly inconsistent with her surroundings as was the elaborately ornamented accordion on the centre-table.She was one of those occasional creatures,episodical in the South and West,who might have been stamped with some vague ante-natal impression of a mother given to over-sentimental contemplation of books of beauty and albums rather than the family features;offspring of typical men and women,and yet themselves incongruous to any known local or even general type.The long swan-like neck,tendriled hair,swimming eyes,and small patrician head,had never lived or moved before in Tasajara or the West,nor perhaps even existed except as a personified "Constancy,""Meditation,"or the "Baron's Bride,"in mezzotint or copperplate.Even the girl's common pink print dress with its high sleeves and shoulders could not conventionalize these original outlines;and the hand that rested stiffly on the back of her chair,albeit neither over-white nor well kept,looked as if it had never held anything but a lyre,a rose,or a good book.Even the few sprays of wild jessamine which she had placed in the coils of her waving hair,although a local fashion,became her as a special ornament.
The two girls kept their constrained and artificially elaborated attitude for a few moments,accompanied by the murmur of voices in the kitchen,the monotonous drip of the eaves before the window,and the far-off sough of the wind.Then Phemie suddenly broke into a constrained giggle,which she however quickly smothered as she had the accordion,and with the same look of mischievous distress.
"I'm astonished at you,Phemie,"said Clementina in a deep contralto voice,which seemed even deeper from its restraint."You don't seem to have any sense.Anybody'd think you never had seen a stranger before.""Saw him before you did,"retorted Phemie pertly.But here a pushing of chairs and shuffling of feet in the kitchen checked her.
Clementina fixed an abstracted gaze on the ceiling;Phemie regarded a leaf on the window sill with photographic rigidity as the door opened to the strangers and her father.
The look of undisguised satisfaction which lit the young men's faces relieved Mr.Harkutt's awkward introduction of any embarrassment,and almost before Phemie was fully aware of it,she found herself talking rapidly and in a high key with Mr.Lawrence Grant,the surveyor,while her sister was equally,although more sedately,occupied with Mr.Stephen Rice,his assistant.But the enthusiasm of the strangers,and the desire to please and be pleased was so genuine and contagious that presently the accordion was brought into requisition,and Mr.Grant exhibited a surprising faculty of accompaniment to Mr.Rice's tenor,in which both the girls joined.
Then a game of cards with partners followed,into which the rival parties introduced such delightful and shameless obviousness of cheating,and displayed such fascinating and exaggerated partisanship that the game resolved itself into a hilarious melee,to which peace was restored only by an exhibition of tricks of legerdemain with the cards by the young surveyor.All of which Mr.Harkutt supervised patronizingly,with occasional fits of abstraction,from his rocking-chair;and later Mrs.Harkutt from her kitchen threshold,wiping her arms on her apron and commiseratingly observing that she "declared,the young folks looked better already."But it was here a more dangerous element of mystery and suggestion was added by Mr.Lawrence Grant in the telling of Miss Euphemia's fortune from the cards before him,and that young lady,pink with excitement,fluttered her little hands not unlike timid birds over the cards to be drawn,taking them from him with an audible twitter of anxiety and great doubts whether a certain "fair-haired gentleman"was in hearts or diamonds.
"Here are two strangers,"said Mr.Grant,with extraordinary gravity laying down the cards,"and here is a 'journey;'this is 'unexpected news,'and this ten of diamonds means 'great wealth'to you,which you see follows the advent of the two strangers and is some way connected with them.""Oh,indeed,"said the young lady with great pertness and a toss of her head."I suppose they've got the money with them.""No,though it reaches you through them,"he answered with unflinching solemnity."Wait a bit,I have it!I see,I've made a mistake with this card.It signifies a journey or a road.Queer!
isn't it,Steve?It's THE ROAD."
"It is queer,"said Rice with equal gravity;"but it's so.The road,sure!"Nevertheless he looked up into the large eyes of Clementina with a certain confidential air of truthfulness.
"You see,ladies,"continued the surveyor,appealing to them with unabashed rigidity of feature,"the cards don't lie!Luckily we are in a position to corroborate them.The road in question is a secret known only to us and some capitalists in San Francisco.In fact even THEY don't know that it is feasible until WE report to them.But I don't mind telling you now,as a slight return for your charming hospitality,that the road is a RAILROAD from Oakland to Tasajara Creek of which we've just made the preliminary survey.
